Highway To Vengeance: A Thomas Highway Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
It didn’t have the hottest women around, but even the second-rate girls of San Diego were far superior to the top-shelf girls pretty much anywhere else in the country. It didn’t do much for me, but to each his own. The doorman was a full-blown cliché, a 6’3”, bald, goateed white dude with a holier-than-thou smirk, tattooed arms and a steroid-enhanced body. He was a little too presumptuous with his frisk, but that was all right, as I was clean, having left my weapon under the front seat of my car. “Keep your hands to yourself, pal,” he said as I entered. “You look like the touchy type.” He was staring down at me, his massive arms crossed at his chest in a look that was meant to terrify but only served to display his clueless arrogance. His smirk had blossomed into a full-blown grin. I stared back, my face impassive. “You got a problem?” he said. I was itching to teach him a lesson but it wasn’t worth my time. I had more important things to deal with. I shifted my gaze and moved on without a word.
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